Dad's Page Ernest J. Demarais Sr. July 16, 1919-April 1, 1975

Dad on Cherokee (Crazy Horse probably rode a horse like this.)

Dad on the Rhine River (See it in the background?)

Dad in the middle

Dad...so many images come to mind
whenever I speak your name;
It seems without you in my life
things have never been the same.

What happened to those lazy days
when I was just a child;
When my life was consumed in you
in your love, and in your smile.

What happened to all those times
when I always looked to you;
No matter what happened in my life
you could make my gray skies blue.

Dad, some days I hear your voice
and turn to see your face;
Yet in my turning...it seems
the sound has been erased.

Dad, who will I turn to for answers
when life does not make sense;
Who will be there to hold me close
when the pieces just don't fit.

Oh, Dad, if I could turn back time
and once more hear your voice;
I'd tell you that out of all the dads
you would still be my choice.

Please always know I love you
and no one can take your place;
Years may come and go
but your memory will never be erased.

Today, Jesus, as You are listening
in your home above;
Would you go and find my dad
and give him all my love.

This is Charley a real US Army horse. And he was branded and had a service number also. This horse would actually lay down in a river which we had going by the house. Who know's maybe he was the only one left of his kind at the time. My father used to talk alot about how he and his friends (American Indians) during the Battle of the Buldge WWII, would sneak behind German lines to steal their horses.